Doubt
If certainty so fine Were something that were mine, If I knew God a myth, I’d envelope my soul, Lick it, stamp it, and go Myself to mail it, forthwith. st, 1979 Talca ___________________ © 1979, R.S. Adamcik...
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jan 28, 2016 | Poems, Search | 0 |
Mira como me asombras Desde la puerta de mi pasado! Oscura, apenas visible, Me llamas a señas Que nos juntemos. Pero al tomar el primer paso, Te veo desvaneciendo A la oscuridad del otro lado; Y al acercarme, encuentro Solo el...
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jan 25, 2016 | Notes, Search, Uncategorized | 0 |
…she demanded? “No,” I said. “I guess not.” “Well,” she replied, “kiss me anyway…”
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jan 23, 2016 | Notes, Search, Self-image | 0 |
…in 64 years, it’s this: Pretty much everything I’ve believed about myself has either been flat wrong or subject to change. I’ve tried to hold on to my self-image as long as I could, but I keep getting...
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jan 20, 2016 | Death, Notes, Search | 0 |
We don’t seem to have a word to describe someone who no longer is. We can only express the person in question as the subject of an active verb. For example, “He’s dead now.” But how can someone who no...
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jan 15, 2016 | Meaning, Notes, Other people, Religion, Search | 0 |
…where you are not there by choice, you can’t get off, you don’t how long you have to travel, and you don’t know the destination! Oh, and you can’t choose which class of cabin you were...
Read MorePosted by Bob Adamcik | Jan 12, 2016 | Notes, Other people, Search | 0 |
One of the deep secrets in life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.” –Lewis...
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